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cruisers
a lonely cadence in their strut
you could make out straightaway
betrays who is who as they
come on down the gangplank stepping high
still un-rid of the ship's ocean sway
uneven breath stale but hopeful, buoyant
in the thrall of holiday
is a hunger
about how they scanning we
stalwart fellas what you looking for
is excitement a simpering glitter
shifting ever nearer greediness
but where to pass a judgment
here who measuring what?
look how that one just pause
she glance to snatch up mih smile
then flash her sharp pale blues away
a sea-hawk ketch a skylark?
a pirate armed with grin
at play?
so he moving in now
aiming for the yearning that
glimmers in her eyes he tosses chumminess
chats up the cute globetrotter a canny
good-time guide conniving with
a now-for-now Lady in Masquerade
trying to play she Self